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HP = 52/52, PP = 72, EP = 76/78, Status = Fine, Arcane Armor (+18 to all Resistance checks) Upkeep = 1 EP, Arcane FocusNPCs
Jenn: Naked, Exhausted
Karena Arselone: Exhausted
Dornhall the Troll Slayer: Injured
Sidhe
Sharog: Unhelpful orc captor, summoning demons
Daniella Boulay: ???
Ryon Toma: ???
Alex Kovisto: ???
Professor Laura Steiner: ???
Arclan Clay: ???
Jiub the Slaver: ???
Ayeila: ???
Caragor: ???
Grumush: ???
Gronkor: ???
Dalmen: ???
Scortha: ???
Nilsin the Red: ???
Trogo son of Trondor: ???
Ylsig: ???
Rolls
Casting: Lots of success.
Jenn casts Drown at Dornhall.
Casting: 8 successes.
Attack: 66 on a terrible roll, vs 105, miss. Which is good.
Jenn casts Drown at Dornhall.
Casting: 8 successes.
Attack: 66 on a terrible roll, vs 105, miss. Which is good.
When addressed, Jenn would gaze back at Ashley from her prone position blankly for a moment, before nodding. Dornhall and Karena would approach her, leaving able to Ashley to address them quickly. "We can deal with the chaff easily enough," Karena assured her. "No one is being abandoned," Dornhall stated bluntly, "It is not our way. If need be, we will cut down their hordes until they have no more power to draw on. They have not the advantages of surprise, terrain, or preparation on us this time."
However Ashley might respond to that, she could then turn to the faerie, who would nod in agreement. "I cannot distinguish which are summoned and which are in their true bodies from here, but there is one that we know is here in the flesh; the orc who started the cycle of conjuration in the first place. If we can take her out, we-" She was interrupted, then, as she swiftly swiveled her head in Jenn's direction. Ashley, on reflex, would be drawn that way as well as she felt the currents of power moving in the air under the water mage's will were most definitely not a healing spell. Dornhall, perhaps because he saw their reaction, twisted out of Jenn's grip just in time, moving out of the path of a sweeping burst of magical energy that splashed harmlessly against the cabin wall; had he not avoided that, her magic would have ruptured the blood vessels in his lungs by pulling the water portion of his blood through them, effectively drowning him on his own blood.
"What was that!?" Dornhall declared, raising his weapon in a defensive stance, while Karena still looked dumbfounded. A twisted, sadistic smile had come over Jenn's features, an expression that Ashley had most certainly never seen on her lover's features before, but before any real discussion could be had, the sound of rapid - far too rapid - footfalls crunching in the snow echoed from outside. The goblins, even without the storm's push slowing them, shouldn't have been able to cross that distance nearly that quickly. Something had given them an immense speed boost, as the nearest squad of six was practically already at the door, barreling forward with shields and primitive hand weapons as they sang a rowdy brawling song in their own fiendish tongue.